A/N If toi don't like nasty-ish things and blood and stuff like that, skip from the "(Warning Thing!)" to the last authors note.
She burst from the tunnel she was in and out into the open. As she was riding, she pulled out a long piece of tape, some wires and two disconnected bombs. Red wired them together, then drove off the road. She jumped off of the motorcycle and taped the bomb to the motorcycle. She heard the roar of an engine and sprinted away. The Bat-Clan entered the clearing in the Bat-mobile as Red capuche, hotte sprinted away. She pressed a trigger and the bomb started its countdown. When she was about fifty feet away from the clearing, the bomb exploded. The girl smirked and sprinted back to the Bat-Cave. She ran in and started hacking the super-computer. Within five minutes, she had already discovered the triple encrypted files on their secret identities. Then, she left. She had what she needed. Confirmation of their identities. She already had those four pinned as suspects, but now she knew for sure. Red capuche, hotte walked to the elevator and went up to the mansion. She walked up to a spare room, where she lay down. Then, for some odd reason, she started to cry. Eventually, Bruce came in.
“Who are you?” he asked
“I’m not telling” Red said
“You know who I am, it’s time toi returned the favor” he said
“No” she a dit firmly. She pulled some black putty from her jacket.
“You know very well what this is: plastique. So, you’re going to let me leave ou I will blow your little Friends heads off their bodies. Understood?”
“Leave” he said. Red capuche, hotte ran out. She ran to the Bat-Cave, where she a volé, étole another motorcycle. She buzzed off to one of the darker parts of Gotham where she had set up an anonymous meeting of the haut, retour au début eight drug dealers in Gotham under Black Mask’s hand. Most of them were arguing about who set up the meeting. One started to get up.
“Sit down” Red capuche, hotte ordered, holding out her gun. It was a 55 Caliber, one of her favorites.
“Who the hell are you?”
“What, toi don’t remember me?” She asked
“You’re not the original. He’s dead. So, who are you?” one asked
“Does it really matter? Same deal as before: keep on doing what you’re doing, but kick up 40% to me, in return, I give toi total protection from Black Mask and the Bat” Red capuche, hotte said
“And why should we listen to you?” he asked.
(Warning thing!)
She threw a small duffle bag down. One guy opened it and saw eight hearts. The hippie drug dealer called Chinchee barfed on the floor at the sight.
“Those are the hearts of all your new lieutenants. That took me three hours, and only that long do to the fact I had to break through the rib cage and rip eight hearts from eight live bodies” she growled.
A/N Yeah. If toi read the part anyways, and didn't think it was gross, well, that's your opinion. I just decided to think of those toi get grossed out par that stuff. So, yeah.
She burst from the tunnel she was in and out into the open. As she was riding, she pulled out a long piece of tape, some wires and two disconnected bombs. Red wired them together, then drove off the road. She jumped off of the motorcycle and taped the bomb to the motorcycle. She heard the roar of an engine and sprinted away. The Bat-Clan entered the clearing in the Bat-mobile as Red capuche, hotte sprinted away. She pressed a trigger and the bomb started its countdown. When she was about fifty feet away from the clearing, the bomb exploded. The girl smirked and sprinted back to the Bat-Cave. She ran in and started hacking the super-computer. Within five minutes, she had already discovered the triple encrypted files on their secret identities. Then, she left. She had what she needed. Confirmation of their identities. She already had those four pinned as suspects, but now she knew for sure. Red capuche, hotte walked to the elevator and went up to the mansion. She walked up to a spare room, where she lay down. Then, for some odd reason, she started to cry. Eventually, Bruce came in.
“Who are you?” he asked
“I’m not telling” Red said
“You know who I am, it’s time toi returned the favor” he said
“No” she a dit firmly. She pulled some black putty from her jacket.
“You know very well what this is: plastique. So, you’re going to let me leave ou I will blow your little Friends heads off their bodies. Understood?”
“Leave” he said. Red capuche, hotte ran out. She ran to the Bat-Cave, where she a volé, étole another motorcycle. She buzzed off to one of the darker parts of Gotham where she had set up an anonymous meeting of the haut, retour au début eight drug dealers in Gotham under Black Mask’s hand. Most of them were arguing about who set up the meeting. One started to get up.
“Sit down” Red capuche, hotte ordered, holding out her gun. It was a 55 Caliber, one of her favorites.
“Who the hell are you?”
“What, toi don’t remember me?” She asked
“You’re not the original. He’s dead. So, who are you?” one asked
“Does it really matter? Same deal as before: keep on doing what you’re doing, but kick up 40% to me, in return, I give toi total protection from Black Mask and the Bat” Red capuche, hotte said
“And why should we listen to you?” he asked.
(Warning thing!)
She threw a small duffle bag down. One guy opened it and saw eight hearts. The hippie drug dealer called Chinchee barfed on the floor at the sight.
“Those are the hearts of all your new lieutenants. That took me three hours, and only that long do to the fact I had to break through the rib cage and rip eight hearts from eight live bodies” she growled.
A/N Yeah. If toi read the part anyways, and didn't think it was gross, well, that's your opinion. I just decided to think of those toi get grossed out par that stuff. So, yeah.
She threw a small duffle bag down...
Yo! Attention all Red Revenge fans! I've got a proposition.
((It's called a contest toi idiot))
Oh, shut up!
Anyway, as I a dit *tapes Sam's mouth closed* I have a competition!
Holly's mask is supposed to be domino themed, but I don't want a Robin domino mask ou one the sidekicks wear. I want something unique, individual, and awesome. Here's the contest:
GOAL: Draw/make/Whatev a domino mask for Holly, soumettre it par November 31st in the images on the club with a link messages to me.
DETAILS: I want the mask to hide her identity (duh) I don't want it to be like Robin's and Speedy's, etc. I want it to be green and decorative.
PRIZE: To the best mask, I'll give the winner "What Matters?" a week before it's release (Dec. 29th) in one big package. The only agreement toi have to make is no spoilers.
Have fun peeps!
((It's called a contest toi idiot))
Oh, shut up!
Anyway, as I a dit *tapes Sam's mouth closed* I have a competition!
Holly's mask is supposed to be domino themed, but I don't want a Robin domino mask ou one the sidekicks wear. I want something unique, individual, and awesome. Here's the contest:
GOAL: Draw/make/Whatev a domino mask for Holly, soumettre it par November 31st in the images on the club with a link messages to me.
DETAILS: I want the mask to hide her identity (duh) I don't want it to be like Robin's and Speedy's, etc. I want it to be green and decorative.
PRIZE: To the best mask, I'll give the winner "What Matters?" a week before it's release (Dec. 29th) in one big package. The only agreement toi have to make is no spoilers.
Have fun peeps!
New York City
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are toi sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are toi sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
Lyla.
Lyla.
Height: 6'7
Weight: 120 pounds
Eyes: Blue ou Green, depends on how the light falls on her eyes.
Hair: Blonde. And short(picture above).
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised par the joker and abandoned par
parents. Joker taught her evil, but she realized it was wrong and refused to continue. She still keeps close with him and visits him in jail. She joined the team and loved it. She had a demon haunting her and everyone got fed up. She walked away from it all before it went any futher. She had taken the path of evil. Her hair turned black and her eyes turned red from the demon that consumed her. She is still amazed no body hates her for the Demon.....
Powers: Teleportation, Flight(Wings), levetation, transformaition(Humans and animals.)
Skills: Good with guns. Sniper training.
Civies: Whatever she wants baby!
'Stume: PICTURE TIME!
TADA!
Her Damn 'Stume! MINUS THE GOGGLES.
Just an AWESOME picture.
Assasinator! XP
MEEP!
Another OC Poem
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.
Smart Alex!
